Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

I don't care if they're good or bad.

Charys laughed and said, "I'm just doing what I feel like. I don't want to be a lousy person that I despise."

"interesting……"

The gang leader stared at Cherry, reached out and picked up the silver coin, but then threw it back at him.

"I don't want the money! And as for the person... I won't bother them!"

The gang leader grinned, revealing his stained yellow teeth.

"You're an interesting captain. We might have a chance to work together in the future. At least you should have more conscience than those heartless bastards!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Chalice put the silver coin back into his pocket.

Before leaving.

He suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his head and said, "You seem like a man of character. Leading the way shouldn't be something to make things difficult for a woman, right?"

The gang leader was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"That's fucking interesting! Of course! She's a hen that lays eggs, I'm not stupid enough to waste resources!"

……

You're not stupid... but everyone else isn't...

As Cherissa walked back, she sighed silently.

Arranging funerals is not a simple matter.

If one doesn't consider all the consequences, their good intentions could cost this family their lives.

Cherry only learned this lesson after the boatswain's death.

Some truths can only be taught through experience...

In the following days.

It was a rare moment of relaxation for Cheryl.

The Homecoming was having its stern repaired in the shipyard's dry dock.

Fortunately, the impact was not serious and did not damage the keel.

Wirtz was a crew member through and through.

Despite being about the same age as Sartre, he hadn't saved a penny; he spent it all on alcohol and ate and slept on the ship.

Even if Cherries disembarks, he usually doesn't get off the ship.

They claimed they were so used to the rocking waves that they couldn't sleep once they were ashore.

He's keeping an eye on things.

Chalice, on the other hand, didn't need to think about the homecoming call day and night.

I enjoyed two days of rest and the local delicacies that I usually don't have time to try on Simon Island.

Chalice even spent a huge sum of money to buy a piece of pork.

Unfortunately, the braised pork I made wasn't exactly bad, but it was rather strange.

For those who haven't eaten much pork, its rich fat is undoubtedly a wonderfully fragrant and delicious flavor.

Marine fish also have fat, but only fish that migrate long distances or seek shelter in the cold of the deep sea accumulate fat.

The waters near the islands are relatively shallow.

Most of the fish were small and "dried up".

We've grown accustomed to the ingredients and techniques that represent a balance of richness without being greasy and leanness without being dry.

It was really hard for Chalice to call this bowl of pungent, fatty meat braised pork.

But he still finished eating.

At least the shape and barely recognizable color of the meat gave him a fleeting glimpse of a nostalgic past...

……

creak-

The tavern door was still slowly closing.

Cherries was already seated at the bar.

"They arrived pretty quickly!"

Sartre remained the same as always; the busy days did not seem to have taken much to his name.

"I know your determination, but as someone who's been through it, I still want to ask you one last time."

"Are you sure you want to walk this path of no return, and are you sure you want to choose 'foodie' as the starting point for your extraordinary achievements?"

"Absolutely certain, absolutely certain, and without a doubt."

When the time comes...

Chalice, on the contrary, was not very nervous.

He could have endured the darkness, but he had seen the light.

Moreover, his time travel was neither a soul transfer nor a rebirth transfer.

There's no reason why someone could come to such a godforsaken place and then be unable to go back!

Chalice didn't actually know how far he could travel after becoming an Extraordinary, or where he was headed...

But he knew.

Stay where you are.

There's no going back.

Time, oh time...

She struggled in the strange sea world for two and a half years, while her parents, who had lost their only son, also suffered for the same amount of time.

I can't wait any longer...

Become a monster or achieve extraordinary things...

Let's do it today... let's do it today!

Seeing the unwavering certainty in Chalice's serious expression, Sartre stopped trying to persuade him.

He locked the tavern door, tilted his head slightly, and gestured for Cherissa to come with him.

The basement beneath the tavern.

There are three rooms here, one large and two small.

The large room was filled with wooden barrels for brewing alcohol, while the two smaller rooms were furnished with beds, tables, and chairs in one room and much more complicated in the other.

Sartre led Cheryl into the last room.

Upon entering the house.

Chalice felt a strange sense of tranquility.

With the door closed, the feeling of being isolated from the world became even more pronounced.

Sartre had clearly also taken note of Cherries's discovery.

"I never expected you to be so perceptive, kid. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing..."

He went to the table covered with bottles and jars and began to mutter as he introduced each one to Cherish.

"This is a ritual silver dagger. Extraordinary individuals often need to rely on various clean tools and exotic spices, potions, and other materials to create a sufficiently spiritual space."

"Spirituality is the foundation of the extraordinary and the essence of the power of the extraordinary."

"Isolating oneself in a sufficiently pure space essentially means protecting one's spirituality from external interference, allowing it to be expressed more perfectly..."

Sartre spoke at a moderate pace, but it was enough for Cherries to memorize all these novel and expensive-looking tools.

He was able to be promoted to acting captain on the Tulip in a very short time.

One of Chalice's greatest strengths was his exceptional memory.

"You'll have plenty of time to explore and learn these things gradually later."

Sartre solemnly took out an iron box, similar in style to the iron box the scribe had taken away the materials from the monstrous insects.

They all appear to be designed to isolate spirituality.

As Sartre opened the iron box, several items inside appeared before Cherris's eyes.

"First, let's start with the basics of potions..."

Sartre deftly and nimbly removed the bottle.

"Pure distilled water, 100 milliliters, must be pure water obtained by distillation in a spiritually clean environment."

"Secondly, there are the auxiliary materials for potions..."

"Concentrated green mandarin juice, 10 ml; black caramel syrup blocks that have solidified after boiling, 10 g; absinthe, 10 g; ghost pepper powder, 10 g; and salt crystals, 10 g as well."

"These five elements correspond to sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, and are considered a relatively fixed foundation for gourmets' hierarchy of tastes."

Sartre paused for a moment, "Of course, you can change your diet if you have any dietary restrictions. After all, these are just auxiliary materials and do not possess any extraordinary properties."

"No need to change, I'm fine with anything."

Chalice stared intently at the last two materials that emitted a faint glow.

These things are fine as long as they work, but these two should be the core main ingredients that determine the success or failure of the Gourmet's potion!

Sartre didn't keep anyone in suspense.

He took out the last two bottles with increasingly gentle movements.

"A complete tongue of an adult hagfish, and a digestive sac of a rock crab."

"Both of these are extraordinary creatures, and these two materials are also the parts of their bodies where extraordinary characteristics are most concentrated."

Sartre concluded by reminding everyone, "The Gourmet Sequence also has other recipes. You have the opportunity to back out before the potion is prepared, so don't worry about returning it."

"No need."

With a determined look in his eyes, Chalice said, "Come on!"

Sartre said no more.

They only started seriously preparing potions.

First comes the base of purified water, then five auxiliary ingredients are added.

Finally, there is the integration of two extraordinary materials.

There was no fire for heating, and no catalyst was used.

As soon as a dreamy mist appeared at the bottle's mouth, the two extraordinary biological organs that served as the main ingredients inside melted away without a trace, completely merging into the viscous liquid.

Sartre held the glass rod but did not stir it.

Because the potion was prepared very smoothly this time.

"Good luck..."

He picked up the beaker containing the potion and swirled it around. "Looks like I haven't forgotten my skills!"

That's all.

Sartre handed the beaker to Cherris, who was pursing his lips.

"Here you go! Your 'Gourmet' potion! No need for any rituals, just drink it. It probably won't taste very good, but the effects will definitely be potent!"

"With those five ingredients, will the flavor be right?"

Cheryl tried to ease the tension with a joke.

Take this opportunity.

He used [Divination] on the potion before him.

[Divination: Is this the Gourmet Potion? Is there any risk in taking it? (Consumes 20 Legendary Points)]

Taking this medication in your current condition carries virtually no risk.

The answer was positive.

Chalice remained silent for a few seconds.

He then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

It's hard to describe the taste of this potion.

After entering.

The extreme flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty seemed to explode on his tongue, frantically bombarding his poor taste buds.

The viscous, lukewarm solution slid into his stomach.

In an instant.

This icy chill transformed into an all-pervasive "qi," seemingly seeping into every part of Cherris's body even though the potion was still in his stomach!

Countless spots of light and bright shadows flashed before my eyes, and I heard a cacophony of whispers and murmurs in my ears.

Chalice felt a slight throbbing in his head.

There's something that's been bottled up for a long time, and I can't wait to let it out!

boo——

Amidst the illusory cracking sound, Chalice felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and unbridled joy!

His spirituality broke through its own limitations and truly resonated with the spirituality of the world!

What followed was a backflow of water!

Spiritual ascension has begun!

Life has begun its leap!